The hardest part of me is my skin.
It protects me from the outside world.
People pick at me, trying to eat my insides.
I’m scarred, chipped, and broken.
I’m lost.
I’m a fish out of water.
I’ve been thrown into a world
that is nothing like my own.
I’m aging; I’ll never be the same again.
My shell is cracking. They are getting through.
Maybe I’m not as indestructible as I thought.
Maybe I am meant to be broken.
I’m burning from the outside in.
I scream, but no one tries to save me.
They leave me to drown; to boil.
Then they tear me open and eat my innards.
It is a sad life for a lobster like me.
Author: Morgan Crosby
The girl from D'Iberville is a really dull girl. She locks herself up in her room, content to spend her time reading and occasionally writing. She loves to read little YA romances and sometimes finds herself with books about history. The main thing motivating her writing is her overactive imagination and the strange dreams that plague her sleep. Her works also stem from what she has heard from music, conversations, or when half asleep. Crazed killers, haunted mirrors, and murderous siblings seem to be part of her stories in some way, but they always start off in her dreams. She started writing when she was in middle school, but had been telling stories since she was little.
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We all love you Morgan, even if you are a lobster.
I wish the best for all lobster.